Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
X-102,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.